Chapter 708 Horse Racing·Gun of Morning Light
This is a forgotten corner of the world, secret, remote, and full of corruption and danger.
The entire dock is shrouded in a thick layer of haze, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of greasy oil and damp rust. Even breathing can make people feel their throats burning.
The skylight was weak, almost unable to penetrate the thick fog. Only sporadic neon lights flickered in the dark corners. The dim yellow lights reflected on the oil-stained water, swaying to create strange light and shadow.
This is the deepest part of the New Manhattan Junction Port. Only those who are daring, or those who have no choice but to do so, dare to move in such an environment.
Haze Wharf is not only a transit point for illegal freight, but also a center for black market transactions, secret society gatherings and countless underground activities.
Abandoned cranes stand above the port, like sleeping giants. The iron chains swinging in the wind make intermittent "ding-dong" sounds, like some kind of silent warning, heralding this land. impending turmoil.
Huge cargo ships are moored on the shore, stained with rust, and the iron outer shells have been eroded by time and seem to be about to collapse at any time.
In the deepest part of the pier, the third warehouse area is like a maze, hidden in the haze and the shadow of abandoned buildings.
This is a paradise for smugglers and outsider businessmen, as well as a hotbed of criminal gangs and underground organizations.
In the warehouse area, huge containers are stacked like mountains and tower into the clouds, blocking any view from the outside world.
The surface of the containers is covered with dark oil stains and graffiti. The once bright colors have long faded. Narrow and complex passages have formed between the containers. The maze-like layout makes it difficult to find the exit once you step in.
The air is mixed with heavy industrial waste gas. The pungent smell makes people sick, and the mixed smell of rust and haze is even stronger and suffocating.
Occasionally, there is a faint sound of wind passing through the abandoned containers, with the sound of metal scraping. The iron chains make a strange "ding-ding" sound as the wind blows, like a spiritual song from the underworld.
Lydia Kurd was tightly bound by metal chains and hung in the center of the warehouse, her arms tied tightly and her legs hanging limply.
Her long dark brown hair was messily spread over her shoulders, and a few strands of hair in front of her forehead stuck to her cheeks that were slightly white from cold sweat.
Her clothes were stained by dust and oil, and her dark gray overalls looked shabby and lifeless under the dim warehouse lights.
His~~
It hurts~
Good... hurts... ah~
Lydia's eyes opened slightly, her light green pupils filled with anger and confusion.
Her body felt weak from hanging for a long time, the pain in her wrists and ankles had become numb, and the cold metal chains were deeply embedded in her skin.
The surroundings are filled with members of Liberation Hooves of various shapes. Their eyes are cold and alert, like a group of predators waiting for their prey to make its final cry.
"How could it...become like this?" Lydia asked herself in her heart.
"Why am I here...Where is Lilia..."
Her consciousness began to blur, but fragments of memories came to her mind, taking her back to a few days ago, everything seemed Still so clear.
A few days ago.
It was also a foggy day. Lydia stood by the window of the luxurious school arranged for her by her father, Adelaide Kurd, looking out at the lush forest.
School life was unchanging, and the rules and etiquette made her feel bored and suffocated.
Her father obviously did not intend to let her know the truth of anything. He only wanted to keep her away from those infected people and the civil rights movement, and away from the social issues that she was always concerned about.
She understands her father's intentions - Adelaide has always wanted her to embark on the so-called "right path", become his political assistant and inherit his career.
But Lydia simply couldn’t accept it.
Her friends in the infected community need her, and she cannot bear to do nothing and stay away from the group that is constantly oppressed and exploited.
On her desk lay a letter.
That was a secret message she received from an old friend.
In the letter, the friend wrote briefly: "I'm in trouble, Lydia. You are my only hope."
The letter made Lydia feel a sense of unease and responsibility. Well up in my heart.
This friend was once a staunch supporter of the equal rights movement for infected people and stood in the same camp as her, although they gradually lost contact.
She can't ignore it! ! !
They have participated in countless protests together, have been at the forefront of the movement for the rights of people living with HIV, and have faced arrests and violent suppression by the police.
She was not afraid and never flinched.
So, regardless of the bodyguards and surveillance arranged by her father, she decided to sneak out of school and find her friends.
She chose to act at night and left the school building behind the bodyguards arranged by her father.
The scene returns to the present.
Lydia's eyes opened again, and the light in front of her gradually became clear.
She remembered how she was brought here.
She was... lured... to a secluded place by her friends. She thought she would be able to find the answer to the problem, but in the blink of an eye she was ambushed by Mikhail and the hooves of liberation.
Friends have already been bribed by Jiefang Hogsheng, no, or the other party is the person who Jiefang Hogsheng from the beginning.
The other party's purpose in contacting him in the first place was just for this moment.
"Lydia Kurd." A deep voice echoed in the depressing warehouse, instantly interrupting her thoughts.
Lydia raised her head with difficulty, her sight passed through the dim light and fell on a tall and thin man - Mikhail Garcia, the leader of the Liberation Hooves.
His face looked particularly gloomy in the dim light, his eyes sharp and cold, with undisguised hatred.
The corner of Mikhail's mouth raised a sarcastic smile, and his cold eyes locked tightly on her.
His fingers flexibly played with a short knife, and the blade reflected a cold light in the dim light, like the sickle of death swinging in front of her eyes.
“What an irony, isn’t it?”
Mikhail said slowly, with a sinister sarcasm in his tone.
"You are so sympathetic to the infected and stand on their side, but your father is the one who made them suffer."
His voice was like a slender knife The blade accurately pierced the soft spot deep in Lidia's heart.
Her throat was dry and her heart was beating wildly, but she forced herself to speak, her voice hoarse and hoarse:
"My father and I... are different."
Mikhail Qing He laughed, the laughter coming from deep in his throat, full of disdain and ridicule.
He took a step closer, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty warehouse, dull and depressing.
“Do you think you are different from your father? Do you think you can change anything?”
Mikhail's eyes swept across Lydia coldly, as if looking at a useless item.
"The funny thing is, without your father, you are nothing."
Lydia gritted her teeth, the anger and powerlessness in her heart were intertwined at this moment.
She never agreed with what her father did, and even openly opposed him in the media and criticized his policies. However, now, she is being used as a bargaining chip for her father and used by Mikhail. Tools of revenge.
"What do you want...?" Lydia suppressed the fear in her heart, her voice trembling.
Mikhail's eyes became cunning and cold in an instant, with a gloomy smile on his lips:
"You will know, soon."
After saying this After that, the leader of Liberation Hooves had lost interest in communicating with Lydia. He looked at the huge iron door of the warehouse in front of him, and estimated in his mind that he still had time left for that stupid Kurdish pig. How many.
A few minutes later.
Zhizhizhi——
The iron door of the warehouse opened slowly, and the harsh sound of metal friction echoed in the empty warehouse.
A group of soldiers wearing black special combat uniforms stepped into the warehouse. Their steps were uniform. The black combat uniforms hugged their bodies tightly, and their eyes under the helmets were as sharp as eagles.
The surface of the special combat uniforms reflects a faint light, with badges printed on the chests. Bulletproof vests and firearms neatly arm their bodies, solemn and cold, like a cold-blooded machine built for battle.
They approached step by step, and among the crowd, a thin figure slowly walked out.
When Lydia saw that figure, her breathing suddenly stagnated.
"Father?" Her voice trembled, and she could hardly believe her eyes.
The man standing in front of her was her father, Adelaide Kurd, but he looked so strange.
The man who used to be fat, red-faced, and high-spirited has now become so embarrassed.
His face was pale and his eyes were sunken, showing extreme exhaustion.
The originally neat collar was now messy, and the coat on his body was full of wrinkles. It seemed that he could no longer support his once arrogant image.
Mikhail looked at Adelaide Kurd in front of him. The man who was once as fat as a pig and arrogant was now as miserable as a dying corpse.
“Hahaha——”
Seeing Kurd’s appearance, Mikhail suddenly laughed loudly. The laughter was full of pleasure and sarcasm, echoing in the dark warehouse , like the mockery of death.
"Kurd, you stupid pig will have this day too!"
Mikhail's words were filled with strong hatred and cold pleasure, and his eyes were flashing with crazy light. , years of hatred finally found an outlet at this moment.
"Don't you always think that you are superior? Your dirty claws have been manipulating those poor infected people, squeezing them and depriving them of their dignity!
But what about now? Look at what you look like now , Kurd!
What’s the difference between you and the infected people you trampled on?
You are no longer the greedy wild boar, you are just a pitiful one. Bug, a fool who is about to lose everything!"
Mikhail took a step closer, stared at Kurd with his eyes, and continued:
"You once thought you were arrogant and could control everything! Whoever you want to live must live; whoever you want to die must die.
But today, look at you, you can't even It's a problem to stand firm. Neither your power nor your wealth can save you. Neither your daughter nor yourself will have to bear all this at my hands."
Kurd Low. He lowered his head, as if he was suffering from great humiliation. His hands were trembling and his body was stooped. After a while, Kurd raised his head tremblingly, his voice weak and hoarse:
"You...can you let my daughter go?"< br>
The once ferocious and surly eyes were now filled with pleading and pain, "I...I can give up anything...even my life...as long as you let her go...I...I can give up... I give you everything, my wealth, my power, whatever you want... I can give it to you... I just ask you to let Lydia go..."
There was a sense of extreme humility and despair in his voice, and even his words came with a heavy breathing.
Mikhail sneered and looked down at Kurd, as if looking at a destroyed insect.
“Your life?”
He raised his brow sarcastically.
"What do you think your life is worth? Do you think I will care about your filthy wealth and power?
Unlike you, I am a judge.
The crimes you have committed cannot be redeemed by your life and these things alone.
I will judge you for all your crimes, and I will make you feel the pain we have suffered in the past. ”
Lidya, who was tied with iron chains and hung in the air by her hands, her whole body stiffened due to the weight.
Her hair hung messily on the side of her face, and her eyes stared blankly in front of her. Everything.
The world in my eyes becomes blurry and unreal.
Is this really her...father?
The once tall and cold-eyed Adelaide Kurd was now curled up on the ground, like a trampled insect.
Lydia could not connect the embarrassed, humble man in front of her with the authoritative and irresistible father in her memory.
What she has seen since she was a child is the father who maneuvers in high-level political circles, the Kurd who is always confident and always in control of the situation, and now - now he is actually pleading to his enemies...
Strangeness and disbelief flooded her heart, and her fingers clenched weakly on the chain, trying to grab something real to wake herself up.
But the sight in front of her left her with nowhere to escape - her father was kneeling on the ground, praying to Mikhail without dignity.
Something blocked her thoughts and pain. Her tear ducts were filled with blur, and she could only murmur:
"Dad..."
That's it. At this moment, Mikhail's expression suddenly changed, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of coldness and rage.
He took a sudden step forward and kicked Kurd hard in the stomach.
“Stupid pig!”
Mikhail’s voice pierced the air like a poisonous snake, full of hatred.
Kurd had no time to react. His body curled up like a shrimp under Mikhail's attack. He fell to the ground instantly, spitting out bitter juice, and his face turned pale.
The severe pain made his whole body tremble, like a helpless insect that had been run over.
When the surrounding rangers saw this scene, they immediately raised their weapons, and the black muzzles were pointed at Mikhail. The tense air was cut by sharp blades, and a fatal conflict could break out at any time.
"Stop! Stop everyone!"
Kurd endured the pain and almost screamed to stop the people around him.
Although his voice was hoarse, the residual sense of authority was still looming in his voice. It was the only thing he could rely on.
However, Mikhail sneered, completely unmoved.
He slowly approached, bent down, raised the foot that had transformed into a horse's hoof, and stepped hard on Kurd's outstretched hand.
The bones cracked instantly, making a creepy "click" sound, and blood spurted out.
Along with the sound of flesh and blood exploding, Kurd let out a heart-rending cry in pain.
“Ah————”
Mikhail stood in front of Kurd, sneering, his eyes as sharp as a knife, without mercy.
He looked down at the struggling man on the ground, with cold hatred and contempt in his eyes.
"Kurd, do you still remember the good things you have done?"
The leader of Liberation Hooves sounded in a low voice, with extreme sarcasm.
"Now, let's count your crimes from the beginning."
He gently raised the short knife in his hand, the blade glowing coldly in the dim light.
"Milly Anderson," Mikhail's cold voice echoed in the warehouse, "a girl, an infected person. She was once an ordinary worker, living a poor, but still peaceful life. Until your rangers, with You gave the order to take her away from the factory. Do you know what they did to her? "
Kurd's face was full of pain, and every muscle in his body was twitching with severe pain.
He wanted to shake his head, but at this moment his body was completely out of control.
"They took her to your private villa and made her a plaything for you."
Mikhail's voice gradually became lower and full of anger.
"You played with her, tortured her, and finally sold her to the red light district. There she was forced to serve beasts like you until she could no longer bear the pain and ended her life with a rope."
"She was only 18 years old before she died!"
Kurd's face was pale, a large amount of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly.
He knew that every word Mikhail said was true and could not be defended.
Finally, he nodded painfully and admitted the evil deeds he had committed.
"Oh, this is just the beginning."
The leader of Liberation Hooves continued with a sneer, hissing like a poisonous snake in his voice.
“There is also Emily Green, an ordinary person who fell in love with an infected person. They lived happily together until you started to implement your cultural isolation policy and separated the infected people from ordinary people. Separate, so that they can never meet again."
"Those short-sighted beasts like you use violence, dirty words, scandals, violence... and use prejudice like beasts. Destroying all their lives."
Mikhail approached slowly, his eyes full of oppression.
"Do you know what happened to them in the end? In order to escape the violence and isolation of those beasts, they chose to commit suicide and jumped off the cliff together at the junction."
Kurd closed his eyes, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. .
He did this not because of regret or conscience, but because he completely succumbed when faced with greater evil.
The irony is that this greater evil did not arise out of thin air.
It was poured out by himself, and now this evil karma has turned into a sharp blade, threatening everything about him.
The arrogance, coldness and ruthlessness he once had are now being returned to him in the most cruel way.
"Then there is slave smuggling," Mikhail's tone became even colder.
“You sold countless infected people to the black market. Those children, those innocent people, were sold as goods to the dark forces in other worlds. They were tortured and exploited, and some even became Your experimental subjects were cut and dissected in your filthy biological laboratory, trying to find the medicine to control the infected."
He swung the short knife in front of Kurd, and the blade almost brushed Kurd. cheek.
"And those opponents you persecuted! You sent the Rangers, kidnapped them, disappeared, and threw their bodies into the crevices of the junction. Did you think no one would find out? You thought you Can this be controlled forever? ”
"You monopolize the logistics system at the junction."
"You monopolize everything and control everything in order to satisfy your insatiable greed. Infected people, ordinary people, everyone is struggling under your feet , but you are aloof, enjoying their pain and accumulating wealth."
"Admit it, Kurd." Mikhail's voice was low and terrifying.
"You are a complete monster, an inhuman beast."
Kurd's body trembled like a dead leaf in the wind, and his skin was as pale as paper.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he could never make a complete sound.
Lydia stared at all this blankly. There seemed to be some kind of sound in her mind that was gradually becoming harsh, like tinnitus that could not go away.
The image of her father that she could not describe now gradually overlaps with the ugly and disgusting monster in front of her.
Her heart was full of contradictions, and the tearing feeling made her vision blur for a while.
A sense of separation, as if from another world, occupied Lydia's heart. All the pride, hatred, doubts and pain were mixed together, like a chaos that was constantly being cut and disordered.
She felt as if she was suffocating, and an indescribable emotion was pressing in her heart. She didn't know how to describe this thought...
Mikhail stood in front of Kurd, his eyes flashing with cruel pleasure. .
He looked at this man who was once aloof and now fell to the ground like a dying dog, his face covered with blood and an expression of pain.
At this moment, the pleasure of revenge surged from the depths of his heart like a heat wave, washing away all his reason and calmness.
Mikhail had fantasized about this day countless times, but when it actually came, he was not in a hurry to let Kurds die.
Instead, he wanted to make the other person feel more pain and torture him for as long as possible.
Cut him into pieces, each piece maintaining enough consciousness that every part of his body can feel the coldness of the blade and the flow of blood.
Mikhail suddenly thought of this idea and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Or, let Kurd watch what he cares about most and lose it little by little until he completely collapses.
He could torture the Kurdish daughter, slowly, tormenting the Kurdish soul with every scream she made.
Thinking of this, Mikhail felt his heart beat faster, and hatred burned every nerve in him like fire.
If anyone who knew Mikhail saw him at this moment, I am afraid they would feel strange and scared.
Once a passionate revolutionary, he fought unswervingly for the freedom and justice of the infected.
But now, his eyes are filled with hair-raising cruelty and twisted pleasure.
Perhaps, if you fight with the dragon for too long, the warrior will really turn into a dragon.
Mikhail looked like he had forgotten why he was fighting at this moment. He was only left with a crazy desire for revenge.
While Mikhail was immersed in these dark thoughts, Kurd's weak body suddenly twitched.
His lowered head raised slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his blood-stained mouth.
Mikhail frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
On Kurd's chest, two playing cards glowing with a strange golden light were revealed. The surface of the playing cards is flashing with faint light, which are [Heart-1] and [Heart-J].
The pattern on [Heart-1] is an illusory tiger, with strange bubbles coming out of its nostrils. These bubbles are constantly rotating in the air. Inside the bubbles are like slot machines, tempting The mistress of the human heart.
And [Heart-J] is a mighty knight, wearing armor with a red heart symbol. The design is intertwined with silver and red, shining with a cold luster.
The playing cards emitted a dazzling light and instantly enveloped the entire warehouse area. The members of the Liberation Hooves all showed blank expressions and fell into a brief trance.
There was also a momentary blankness in Mikhail's mind. The rolling hatred and pleasure were covered by a layer of mist, and his consciousness began to blur.
[Heart-J] moved like lightning, and its figure was like a gust of wind. It came to Kurd's side in an instant, picked up his body that was almost tortured to death, and then teleported before everyone could recover. In front of Lydia.
The sharp knight's sword easily cut through the chains that bound Lydia.
At this moment, Mikhail's pupils suddenly contracted. He came back from his trance, and the anger in his heart burst out like a volcano erupting.
The terrifying [Eight-Legged Horse] appeared behind him. The nightmare-like war horse made a terrifying neigh in the dim warehouse area, with its four hooves flying wildly and carrying an extremely powerful aura.
[Eight-legged horse] raised its hoof lightly, and Kurd's chest suddenly exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and his body fell to the ground like a broken rag doll.
The surrounding rangers who originally wanted to take action also turned into blood foam and exploded in an instant.
At the same time, Mikhail flipped his wrist, and the short knife in his hand shot out quickly, heading straight in the direction of Lydia - the sharp blade flashed with cold murderous intent.
The short knife cut through the air and rushed straight to Lydia's forehead. The cold light reflected in her dull pupils, and the shadow of death seemed to have touched her soul.
The moment the tip of the knife was about to pierce her forehead——
“Ding!”
A clear sound of metal collision echoed in the warehouse area, a glow flashed, and a long spear suddenly shot out, accurately knocking away Mikhail's short knife.
The spear was firmly planted on the ground, the gun body trembling slightly. The tail of the spear was just in front of Kurd and Lydia who fell to the ground, like an inviolable barrier.
Along with the spear came an armored female knight—Sofia.
She wears a medieval-style armor. The armor is specially designed with smooth and elegant lines. It not only retains the power of battle, but also highlights her femininity and tenacity as a woman.
The dark ponytail was tied high and swayed gently with her steps, and the whole person exuded a calm and determined aura.
Her hand holding the spear did not tremble, and her eyes were firmly fixed on Mikhail in front of her.
Behind Sophia, her avatar is suspended.
It was a knight-like being, holding a spear and a flag. The flag had a winding snake coiled on it, and the horse under its crotch had huge bat wings.
[Seventy-Two Demon Gods of Solomon-Elig]
Sofia clenched her spear and looked directly at Mikhail with her sharp eyes.
"Mikhail, it's time to end everything." Sofia's voice was as cold as the cold wind.
Mikhail sneered, with endless mockery and anger in his eyes. His expression was ferocious, and the anger of a trapped animal surged into his heart.
"The end?"
He shook his head slowly, a crazy light flashed in his eyes, "Don't pretend to be justice here, but you clearly knew that I would kill this beast. You're just afraid of getting your hands dirty."
Sofia did not respond to his provocation. Her eyes swept across the chaos in front of her coldly, took a deep breath, and raised her spear, her expression unchanged. Perseverance, began to sing in a low voice:
"Human nature tends either to herbs or to weeds.
Therefore, it is necessary to water the herbs in a timely manner and pull out the weeds."
She glanced at the man lying on the ground. Kurd, and Lydia who was crying in his arms, still had cold eyes, but there was also a complicated sigh in them.
Then she continued, with endless solemnity and determination in her tone:
"If there is harm to others, a life for a life, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand , a foot for a foot.”
"Hahaha, Sofia, you admitted it, that beast deserves to die! But the current situation has given him an advantage. I originally wanted to continue to torture him and let him taste more pain, but what happened?"
< br>Mikhail's eyes flashed with morbid excitement, and he opened his hands like a madman in a drama, "Now he is about to die, what a pity!"
Lydia knelt on the ground, Hugging her father tightly, her body stiffened, as if she was in a nightmare.
Mikhail's sneer intertwined with her inner emotions, tearing apart her faith like a sharp blade.
She has never been so eager to escape reality, but there is nothing she can do.
In her ears, her father's weak breathing gradually became inaudible. She lowered her head and saw Adelaide Kurd's face covered with blood and pain.
His eyes were distracted, full of fear and regret, and his trembling palms reached out to her, as if to grasp the last trace of her warmth.
"Li...Lydia..."
Kurd's lips moved, and his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
His hand covered his daughter's face, and his blood-stained fingers touched her forehead, as if he wanted to feel more of his daughter's breath. Finally, the hand vomiting blood dropped weakly, life That's it.
"Woo-hoo--"
Lydia's tears fell on her father's chest like broken beads, choking but silent.
Looking at the scene in front of her, her heart was filled with unprecedented pain and contradiction.
Just as Kurd's last breath dissipated, the figure of [Jack of Hearts] behind him gradually became illusory, the playing card cracked, and it unleashed its final power before disappearing.
A ripple flashed through the warehouse, and the bodies of Lydia and her deceased father suddenly disappeared in place. They were transferred to another space by the power of playing cards, and were separated from this chaotic life and death struggle.
The surrounding members of the Liberation Hooves didn't pay much attention to this, and their attention had already been focused on Sophia.
Mikhail stared at her coldly, with a gloomy smile on his face, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Sofia, you are right, we really should end this." His voice was low and cold, like the calm before the storm.
As he finished speaking, the [eight-legged horse] behind Mikhail suddenly raised its hooves, the ground shook, and the sound of hooves echoed throughout the warehouse like thunder.
Sofia had no extra words. Her eyes were as cold as frost for a moment, and the spear in her hand shone with cold light.
The atmosphere on both sides became tense instantly.
There was no verbal communication. After the two looked at each other for a moment, a fierce offensive broke out almost at the same moment.
Sofia raised the spear, and the tip of the spear burst out with a dazzling light, stabbing directly towards Mikhail's heart, and the cold light cut through the air.
Mikhail waved his alienated arm and counterattacked with the power of horse hooves. The huge force collided in the air, causing a deafening sound of metal collision.
The air was filled with the smell of killing. The two of them were like fateful duels, and neither of them had any intention of holding back.
A life-and-death battle has begun, with the sound of hooves and gunfire echoing in the warehouse, and sparks flying.
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02:20PM.
The second dock of Haze Wharf.
The sky was dark, and the fog enveloped the entire dock like a thick curtain.
The air is filled with the smell of oil and rust, and abandoned oil drums and garbage are floating on the water. The smell of decay is mixed with the smell of rust, which is disgusting.
The skyline is blurred, and water vapor and smoke billow on the water, like a broken gray picture.
On the pier, a huge crane stood quietly, with worn-out cargo nets hung on its rusted steel arms, making a harsh "squeaking" sound.
They are like dying monsters, guarding this desolate land.
At the other end, an abandoned oil tanker is moored quietly on the shore. Its surface is mottled and oil stains cover every corner of it, as if it has been abandoned by time.
On the edge of this gloomy pier, three people stood in the smoke, and the atmosphere was filled with a cold and strange feeling.
One of the green-haired girls was biting bubble gum at the corner of her mouth and blowing a pink bubble.
Her green hair and nose studs shimmered in the dim light, and there was a small skull hanging on the ear studs, which looked particularly conspicuous when paired with her revealing clothes.
Teresa raised her eyebrows lightly and asked the drow elf Irma Grazer: "Can we start the ritual of summoning Rose?"
The tone was casual and provocative.
Irma Grazer——The dark skin glowed slightly in the dim light, and the drow elf’s noble and cold face was full of displeasure.
She turned her head slightly, stared at Licia coldly, and scolded:
"Don't call the spider mother by her first name!"
Licia vomited. Tongue, the bubbles in the mouth burst gently, making a weak "pop" sound.
She shrugged disapprovingly and quickly hid behind Charlotte Corday.
Charlotte was wearing a suit of finely tailored men's clothing, and her calm and cunning eyes showed reproach.
She gently knocked on Licia’s forehead, her tone was lukewarm.
“Don’t cause trouble for me.”
Then, she turned to Glazer:
"Can we start? According to the time, the ceremony should be ready."
Obviously, she did not want to delay it any longer.
The drow Elf Glazer's expression remained calm, and her eyes revealed a trace of doubt and uneasiness.
“The ugly heart of revenge, the bloody war driven by conspiracy, the will to betray ideals...these conditions have been met. However, the last unnecessary condition, the crazy self-sacrifice has not yet been triggered.”< br>
Her voice was low and a little confused: "Mikhail's corruption should have been completely completed, and he should have been twisted into what I need."
Charlotte frowned.
"The night is long and the dream is long, Glazer. The last step is to be an insurance just in case. If the conditions are sufficient, we should immediately summon the Kingdom of God.
As long as the Kingdom of God comes, it will be hell. Even the presence of the Lord of the Abyss in the kitchen cannot stop the sacred light of the great kingdom of God from shining on this land."
Grazer stared at Charlotte, and after a few seconds of silence, she finally nodded. Seems to accept the other person's opinion.
"You're right. Now, we don't have time to wait for the unexpected to happen."
Her voice regained its calmness and determination, and then she turned around, preparing to start the summoning ceremony.
"Then, let's get started directly."
Irma Grazer walked towards the center of the warehouse hidden in the fog, her dark drow skin looking bright in the dim candlelight More and more eerie.
Wearing a black robe, which symbolizes the teachings of the Spider Mother, the silver runes faintly emit a faint light from the robe.
In the center of the warehouse, there is a huge spider web-shaped altar. The complex silver threads are like the tentacles of Rose, waiting for prey to fall into the trap.
The symbol of the Spider Mother hangs high above the altar, with dark red light seeping out from it, like a harbinger of death.
The air is heavy and oppressive, making it impossible to breathe.
The flames of black candles around him were swaying weakly, and the firelight barely illuminated this dark space filled with oil, rust and sewage.
Irma stood directly in front of the spiderweb altar, playing with a silver dagger in her hand. The blade of the dagger shone coldly under the light of the candle.
She slowly raised the dagger, her eyes filled with fanaticism and piety.
"The Great Spider Mother Rose."
She murmured in a low voice: "Witness my sacrifice, witness this ritual of betrayal and revenge."
Her voice was in the warehouse The reverberation awakened the unspeakable evil lurking in the air.
She hummed the Spider Mother's name in a low voice, her voice sounding like it was coming from the depths of hell, with a strange rhythm, impacting the surrounding space in waves.
Every chant is like Rose's thread, bringing the real world and the Kingdom of God closer step by step.
In the center of the altar, a statue of an "eight-legged horse" stands proudly.
This is a horse that seems to be made of stone sculpture and flesh and blood. Its body is inlaid with countless runes symbolizing Mikhail's hatred. Each rune is like a symbol of pain and betrayal. Traces, showing a faint red light.
The horse's eight hooves are close to the ground, ready to crush the entire space at any time.
Irma slowly walked towards the "eight-legged horse", the dagger in her hand cut open its "skin", and black liquid flowed out of the horse's body, like corrupt blood, flowing on the altar, dyeing The cobwebs under my feet turned red.
Her eyes flashed with fanatical light and she whispered:
"Great Spider Mother, witness the blood of betrayal, witness the seed of hatred, may it nourish your kingdom, may the soul of this betrayer become your blood sacrifice."
With her whisper, above the altar, The spider mother symbol began to tremble violently, the dark red light gradually became stronger, and the surrounding candle flames began to sway irregularly.
The pressure in the air suddenly increased, and an invisible hand tightly grasped everyone's heart, making people feel unable to breathe.
The flames flicker like candles that are about to be blown out, but there seems to be an invisible force moving between them, pulling some invisible existence.
Then, Irma unrolled a roll of silver thread-like spider web.
Each thread is like a tentacle of Rose, and they slowly wrap around the rune of the eight-legged horse.
As she tied the silk thread, the light of each rune gradually increased, and the power of hatred, pain, and betrayal was woven in this spider web.
Irma's chant gradually became louder, and as she became more excited, the energy in the air became more and more manic.
“The fate woven by conspiracy will eventually entangle the world——”
Her sharp voice pierced the dead silence in the warehouse.
"Let them destroy themselves in endless betrayal——"
Her fingers quickly shuttled between the threads, and the entire spider web bloomed with a strange red light under her control.
All the hatred, pain and conspiracy in the world converge at this moment.
The altar shook violently, and the runes on the ground were also making a low buzzing sound, like a volcano about to erupt.
At this moment, Irma gently placed a black crystal ball in the center of the altar.
The inside of the crystal ball reflects Mikhail's life, his ideals, betrayal, hatred, and all the pain.
She raised the dagger high and her voice became sharp:
"The foolishness of deception will bring destruction, and the fire of revenge will eventually burn everything!!!"
The dagger is fierce. Stab into the crystal ball, the crystal ball immediately cracks, thick black mist pours out, as if some evil power is being released.
The black mist spread rapidly, swallowing every corner of the warehouse.
The mist rolled in, carrying endless hatred and malice, rushing toward the face.
As the sacrifice was completed, the spider web on the altar began to tremble violently, dark red light poured out from the spider web, and the entire warehouse was torn apart at this moment.
The spider mother's whisper sounded, and her voice seemed to come from all directions.
【You have done well, my loyal servant, the web of fate has been woven, and the souls of the ignorant will become my nourishment——】
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02:45PM.
Click, click, click—
Crack, click, click———
Above the pier of the hazy port, the sky is like Torn apart by an invisible giant hand, cracks ripped through the sky like spider threads.
At first, those cracks were just a few tiny cracks, suspended high in the air, like an invisible net quietly waiting for prey to arrive.
The edge of the crack shone with an ominous purple light, indicating that some unforeseen power was about to arrive.
Suddenly, the cracks suddenly expanded, and with the sharp sound of space collapsing, the order of the entire universe was disintegrating.
On the sky, the crystal wall was torn apart like a broken mirror, and the dark abyss gushes out from the cracks.
The dark aura, with its suffocating malice, poured towards the earth like a tide, instantly eroding the surrounding space.
Purple and black lightning flashed silently, entwining around the edge of the crack, like the agile snake shadow weaving a huge ghostly spider web.
Every flicker of the spider web brings an unspeakable chill, covering the entire land. The air has become thick and rotten, and the whole world is being dragged into the abyss, carrying a damp and rotten atmosphere that is suffocating.
The fragments of [Spider Web City] slowly squeezed out from the cracks, like a dark giant being forcibly dragged into reality.
Its shape is weird and uncertain, sometimes it looks like a destroyed palace, sometimes it turns into a huge spider statue, emitting weird fluorescence.
The surface of the fragments is wrapped with thick spider webs. These spider webs are like life, sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking, seeming to devour the surrounding space.
Scarlet eyes could be seen peeking through the gaps in the spider web, like countless malicious eyes staring at the mortal world, with uneasiness and fanatical desire.
As the debris slowly fell, the surrounding space began to distort, and the ground seemed to be eroded by invisible tentacles of darkness and gradually cracked.
A low hissing sound came from the deep cracks, accompanied by the soft sound of countless spiders crawling. Some kind of evil force was awakening from the abyss.
The spider web spread rapidly, climbing the ground like a living creature. Whatever it came into contact with was swallowed up in an instant.
Trees, stones, and even the energy in the air were reduced to ashes in an instant, and their vitality was completely sucked away, leaving only traces of withering and death.
A huge dark vortex slowly rotates in the center of the projection of [City of Spider Webs]. The center of darkness seems to lead directly to the divine kingdom of Spider Mother Rose. The endless abyss emerges through the cracks, full of betrayal, conspiracy and the atmosphere of eternal darkness.
The projection of Rose gradually appeared in the center of the vortex, and a huge spider image loomed, and the spider web automatically spliced her statue in the air.
Her figure sometimes transformed into a huge spider, and sometimes took on the form of a vague goddess. Her cold eyes stared at the earth through the spider web, with endless coldness and malice.
The air is filled with low murmurs, which are demonic whispers and whispers coming from the Kingdom of God. The sound penetrates into people's hearts like venom, making people shudder.
The ground below the vortex continued to crack, revealing unfathomable dark cracks, which were the passages connecting the Kingdom of Rose, and dark spider webs spread across the earth like tentacles.
Those spider webs rapidly expanded along the ground. Any life that tried to resist would be captured and bound by this invisible web, and would be silently sucked out of its life force and turned into dust.
[Tara, welcome your great mother goddess...]
Before he could speak, he suddenly stopped.
Above the Kingdom of God, the spider mother’s projection looked towards the sky with unspeakable horror.
【That's...】
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At the moment when the Kingdom of God comes, on top of the dilapidated crane in the corner of the pier, the fourth sword-holder of the Kingdom of Heaven stands like a lonely hunter.
The wind howled and the mist shrouded, his figure looked firm and cold in this chaotic world.
His short blond hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and his long black top hat was lowered over his eyebrows. He gently held the brim of the hat with his left hand to prevent it from being swept away by the strong wind.
His eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile that made you finally take the bait, as if he had foreseen this moment coming.
Just when the Kingdom of God emerged from the cracks, the [Damocles] space-based strike platform hanging high in the sky had quietly started.
This huge mechanical beast is hidden outside the starry sky, like a giant sword hanging high above all living beings, watching everything on the ground coldly.
[Damocles] is extremely majestic in size, and its design is like a mobile space fortress.
Its structure is extremely complex, consisting of countless well-layered mechanical arms, pipes and energy systems.
The huge metal bracket extends outward from the center of the platform like a steel skeleton, firmly grasping the void like a mechanical spider.
There is a huge pillar erected in the center of the platform. On the top of the pillar, you can vaguely see the flashing red light spot, which is the [Reordering-God-Slaying Nail] that is ready to be launched.
The entire surface of the platform is covered with complex runes and energy conduits. These conduits converge the energy of the stars into the core engine, providing endless power for the platform.
The starry sky outside the sky was originally silent, but with the activation of [Damocles], the void began to tremble.
Those metal structures made a low roar in the distortion of space, and a huge ancient instrument was playing the movement of destiny.
The roar of machinery and the burst of energy are intertwined, heralding the end of the world.
Xia Xiu stood on the top of the crane and watched all of this coldly.
He raised his right hand slightly and moved his fingertips slightly, as if giving a silent command.
The [Damocles] hanging high in the starry sky responded instantly, and all the energy conduits began to vibrate violently. The red light was rapidly transmitted along the mechanical arm, and finally converged on the fatal [Reorder- Above the God-Slaying Nail.
A bright smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven.
He said:
"Welcome to Terra, Rose."
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Happy Fourth of July! ! !